Put your phone down. Take a breath. Breathe. The air outside is wet, heavy, and damp. I peer outside my living room window and see the leaves that I have yet to rake turning a beautiful raw ugly burnt umber. Beside me, the mail is stacking up neatly in the corner of my kitchen sink next to the trash that I’ve purposely and subconsciously ignored. Letters unopened that I am tempted to toss, silently neglecting the responsibilities of upcoming bills, pastdue medical payments and cheerful holiday cards. I look down at the three garlic cloves rotting away in the wooden crate. I think to myself that I should probably discard those sooner rather than waiting another day. I make a cup of coffee to jolt myself awake, a sacred morning ritual to remind me I still have work to do. I take in my house, its imperfections, its quirky decor, a reflection of me and the hands of my mother and grandmother who’ve touched just about every corner of the home. I’m home.
On a similar journey now, and I must say THIS IS SO TRUE! Thank you for sharing ❤️